by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cherry Blossoms Today dark blue is my facial colour. So can you see ashy-indigo confetti? A cherry addict admires pale pink fluttering down in lambent sunlight. But through the flyaway organza of misty breath, my skin hides another complexion that...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Red Carnations Your dad died three years ago. You were 61. Today your brother left red carnations, his favorite, by his name. Beside your dad’s place, a stranger’s sinking grave, the name angled like a board game played on a tipped table. Deer...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Shamrock I’m holding the damp spray close. The leaves are tender. They reek of innocence. Once, you bunched a sprig on my lapel – an elf-lock green as nature in perpetual Spring. I was an ungreened girl. You were my ruin. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Seven Steps but the stream itself is in full spate Dennis O’Driscoll The first stepping stone is nearest the house Preparing the second, I discovered roots, and an immovable erratic The third stone rocked, rocked On the underside of the fourth, I signed...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Dawn And the raven suited night, feathered at the edges with the pinking guts of morning sends from its shearing seams a flock of cloth winged commuters to gather at platforms, beaks towards the yellow lights of the Greater Abellio service...
